The Untamed Series 3: Love Affair (Under Revision)

Eight Met: Affection

Third Person POV

Cloud Recesses

Lan Wangji gracefully walked along the familiar path leading to the entrance of Cloud Recesses, his mind filled with thoughts of his cherished best friend.

As he reached a pause in his steps, he turned his gaze towards the setting sun, its golden rays casting a warm glow upon his serene expression.

A gentle smile played upon his lips, as if the weight of his burdens had been lifted, if only for a moment. The sight of Wuxian's radiant smile, so full of life and mischief, never failed to captivate Wangji's heart. It was a source of pure joy, a beacon of happiness in his otherwise solemn world.

Weiying was undeniably the source of his happiness, a beacon of light in Lan Wangji's world. Even during the darkest times, when Weiying had departed after the Sunshot Campaign, his absence had left Lan Wangji feeling a sense of emptiness and longing.

In that moment, Lan Wangji yearned to spend more precious time with Weiying, to cherish each passing day. However, he understood that responsibilities and duties must always take precedence.

Wangji understood the importance of fulfilling his obligations, even if it meant sacrificing his own happiness. He knew that Wei Wuxian had his own path to follow, and Wangji respected that.

With a renewed sense of purpose and contentment, Wangji's smile grew wider as he continued on his path, heading home to Cloud Recesses.

Days Later

As the sun began its ascent, casting a golden glow upon the world, Lan Wangji embarked on a journey to Yiling, his heart brimming with anticipation for the long-awaited reunion with his dearest friend.

The memories of their shared adventures and the infectious smile that always adorned Wei Wuxian's face propelled Lan Wangji forward with a renewed sense of purpose and determination. Each step he took was imbued with a quiet resolve, a testament to the unbreakable bond they shared.

With grace and precision, Lan Wangji descended from the clouds, his landing on the ground accompanied by the vanishing of his sword, Bichen. It was a display of his mastery over the mystical arts, a skill honed through years of dedication and discipline.

A gentle smile played upon Lan Wangji's lips as he approached Wei Wuxian, who stood resolute outside the sacred burial mounds. The air around them crackled with a sense of ancient power, as if the spirits of the past were awakening in anticipation of their arrival.

Their eyes met, and in that moment, a surge of emotions washed over them, transcending the boundaries of time and distance.

Lan Wangji spoke softly, his voice filled with warmth and longing, "Wei Ying, it has been too long. I have missed you." His words carried the weight of their separation, a testament to the depth of their connection.

Wei Wuxian's face lit up with a radiant smile, his eyes shining with happiness. "We just met two days ago, Lan Zhan," he stated, a playful glint in his eyes. The passage of time seemed inconsequential in the face of their enduring friendship.

Lan Wangji's gaze softened, his heart swelling with affection. "Our time together didn't last long, Wei Ying," he spoke, his voice tinged with a hint of melancholy. "We departed so soon..." The fleeting nature of their reunion weighed heavily on his heart.